Songtext zu '51 Bandz (feat. 2$ Fabo & Phlo Finister)' von Brodinski

[Phlo Finister]
Promethazine and Codeine
Actavis and Hi-Tech

[Phlo Finister]
Promethazine and Codeine
Actavis and Hi-Tech
Actavis and Hi-Tech
Actavis and Hi-Tech
Driving down the H Town
In that Aston Martin
In that Aston Martin
In that Aston Martin
Feel so ill
Need to refill my prescription
Refill my prescription
Refill my prescription
Ride around the city
With the bands in the trunk
With the bands in the trunk
With the bands in the trunk

[2$ Fabo]
I'm floating on a cloud
And I can't come down
Turn back up now
I'm seeing spaceships loaded
Feeling good cause I rock and roll it
It hit me like a bomb
I exploded
Every time I break the seal I swear I can't control it
I be like hold up (hold it)
Hold up (hold it)
Hold up (hold it) (hold it)
I go and see my doctor for that special feelin'
He wanna get my prescription, it's a better livin'
Fuck the police, they just tryin'a get somebody dealing
I'm throwing money everywhere. I'm sick. I need some healing

[2$ Fabo]
(FABO! OH!)
I'll reverse
Two dolls in the room getting freaky with the nuts
New experimental drugs, and now she wanna twerk
So what the fuck make you come [?]
Slow it down and speed it up
This is for the hippies who don't really give a fuck
This is screwed up
Now put your hands up
Go straight out the bar while I double my cup
Geek all-stars, they don't do it like us
I got a superstar swag with a hollywood touch
Pimp with a limp
Take em to church
"Fabo, you leaning'"
Thank you very much!
Pour it up motherfucka
Let me get another line
Look at the dime
And look at me shine
And look at the club, they'll all rewind us
Scotty, beam me up!
It's perfect timing
I wanna get geeked up in France
And ride around the country with the bands
Turn up as soon as I land
On promethazine and codeine, doing my dance

[2$ FABO]
I party hard, take some more
Can't stop until they throw me out the door
Pass out. Wake up and play football, baby
Watch me score
I'm rich, I can't be ignored
I'm too extravagant and I explore
And everything I do, I do it galore
I'm international. Turn up some more
Houston we have a problem
I [?] to help me solve them
[?], Rossi. Take all of them real bag guys, play above the rim
Bumping weight like I ache in the gym
Don't blow my high, it might get a little grim
No survivor, your chances are slim
If they hate on drink then don't fuck with them